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he cleared his throat, "Celestine," "Actually, there are few words I would like to say before that... grand communion." I froze in my tracks, turning to face my people, " A lot has happened, and I missed out on a lot of lost battles, wins, and new beginnings. Today I promise you, I will right every wrong Valdomore has caused us, and even though A.R.E.S labs have become our number one enemy, by rebranding themselves as W.C.K.D, I think there is hope. I worked with these people, for years and now that my memory is back I can vouch for them---" my speech was disrupted by low mumbles, "I know, I know... it's hard to hear, hard to believe but together we will fix this world, I---"

Chapter 191 “You have come to the right place.” Those were the exact, chilling words that Aaron had told Nova three whole months back when she had first used the secret proxy account email to chat with him. His vengeance back then was completely raw. It was dark, and it was totally unfiltered. He had a specific kind of burning hate for her that actually made her feel extremely scared and sad inside. Because, looking back gently at their past, she honestly could not remember doing half of the terrible things to him that this Aaron claimed she did.

Ar‍on worked in hi‍s⁠ study‍ on the other side of the room, he doesn’t come lo‍oki‍ng for me‍, and I don’t go looking f‌or him, but i⁠t’s not as if‌ we’re avoiding each other. ‌This morni‌ng I pu⁠lled a⁠n old book from the shelf. I read ab‍o‌ut faraway la​nd⁠s and s‌tr⁠ong‍ h‌e⁠r​oes. My mind wandered to Aron, I‌ wonder what kind of man⁠ he was before the curse, does he laugh easily? d​oes he hav⁠e dr⁠ea‍ms? I sho​ok my head. I was th⁠inking too much about him.

he replied, sharp and sarcastic to cover the warmth creeping up his neck. The sarcasm was his shield, always had been. But Aaron saw through it. That much was clear in the way his smirk deepened, eyes sparkling with amusement and something deeper, something that made Leon’s stomach flip. He closed the textbook with a decisive snap, grabbed his bag, and stood up. His bandaged knees protested, but he ignored the sting. Turning away from Aaron, he started walking toward the rooftop door, desperate for distance. Each step echoed in the quiet space, his sneakers scraping against the rough surface. The door looked like freedom, a way to escape the magnetic pull that threatened to draw him back in.

Erriene pouted, folding the letter in his hands and hiding it somewhere in his robes. Alarick was distracted by the little patch of skin that showed over his hips for a while. He frowned trying to recall the conversation. “It depends on what you have to offer, and what is it that you seek,” he said at last, noticing the resignation in his voice and hating it. Erriene smiled and turned to the temple. “Follow me, Warlord. We will discuss this inside where it is warmer.” The words sent a shiver in his spine, but he quickly reminded himself who he was talking to, and focused on looking bored.

I frowned and tried again. Nothing. Not even a blink. Just a deep sigh and that far-off look that made me want to shake him by the shoulders. But I still had one card left to play. I turned to Aaron, my last hope, and smiled. “Aaron?” He glanced up for a second, a French fry balanced between his lips, before shrugging and diving back into his bucket of food. Yes, bucket. Because apparently Aaron had been blessed by the gods with a demigod metabolism and could devour absurd amounts of fried chicken and fries without ever losing his cologne-commercial model looks.

I closed my eyes, letting his words sink into me like a balm and a wound all at once. The night stretched on, the fire whispering beneath my skin, and somewhere in the darkness beyond the walls, Aaron’s laughter echoed again—faint, but unmistakable. The war wasn’t over. It had only just changed shape.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been

"Can you tell me why you and Winnie wandered off to the bookstore?" Aaron's lower lip trembled. Tears welled up in his big brown eyes, threatening to spill over. "I just wanted to see the new Canine Musketeers book," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "And Winnie came with me." Dominic fought back a sigh. The 'Canine Musketeers' series – a constant source of both entertainment and exasperation for him. It felt like just yesterday he was reading the first book to a wide-eyed, pajama-clad Aaron, the warmth of Melanie's presence a comforting weight beside him on the couch. A pang of something sharp and unexpected stabbed at his heart, a reminder of the life that had irrevocably fract

Aaron said panting and sweating. "Huh??, Aaron explain me clearly and first drink water",I handed him a glass of water,although he is my assistant,but he is very talented and applicable for this job in his young age, so I care for him as big brother, I wont show him though. "Sir according to our sources Ms.Warner is giving live interview regarding her life and also about yours and her relationship in celebrity diaries"Aaron said switching on television in my office room. The show started with host talking about Anna, I mean Jasmine giving introduction about her.